Not a Witch

the heart will turn into a forest

don't forget your past self

Every day can be your new beginning

The rhythm in the middle and late stages of the song is extremely tight. During the period, several companions continued to harmonize, and the strings of the accompaniment were pulled rapidly, giving the song a sense of strength and tension.

Like others, Lorraine Hill was also attracted by this group of bards. Compared with those who played alone, they were more like a small band with a clear division of labor and better performance.

After the performance, the people around applauded, even the orcs could hardly resist the charm of the music, and in this short piece of music, they also temporarily forgot the current difficulties, as if they had returned to the distant past, the heyday era, when their ancestors galloped in The vast world, chasing endless prey, passionate and bloody battles.

Run freely in the wilderness without any restraints, pursue the smooth battle between life and death, and live a life full of pride.This is the life that the orcs most yearned for in the past.

Sadly, these innocence and joy have now been crushed by the hardships of life and have long been forgotten.

On the contrary, the poems influenced by this style and custom were handed down. After they were introduced into the human kingdom, hundreds of years later, they were once again resounding in the ears of orcs through the hands of human bards.

On the small bench outside the performance venue, Lorraine and Niya sat side by side, watching those prairie bards play and sing, singing stories and legends one after another.

Compared with the herdsmen wearing leather jackets around her, this girl with blue hair and white skirt is so conspicuous that even sitting there quietly attracts the attention of the people around her.

The girl was so focused on listening to the story in the ballad that she didn't notice it. Several passionate youths wanted to strike up a conversation, but they couldn't bear to break the quiet scene.

It wasn't until the minstrels sang the last ballad that there was warm applause in the arena, and the orcs gathered around rushed forward. Just when these passionate and lustful youths were about to invite this charming woman, they sang One of the bards came out to relieve the siege.

"Everyone, don't squeeze in. This lady is our special guest, and she will sing the last song for us."

After the words fell, when the group of young people doubted and hesitated, the bard took the lead in applauding.

Lorraine Hill looked at the bard with some doubts, looked around in a blink of an eye, and finally understood helplessly, then nodded and stood up.

The applause was thunderous and enthusiastic like the ocean, and flowers with green hair and white skirts stepped onto the stage.

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For Lorraine Hill, singing is not difficult after learning from Mrs. Philia, but she still prefers to sing alone to express her emotions.And if you perform in public, you have to take care of everyone's preferences more.It's not annoying, it's just a little more restrained and a little less comfortable.

But it’s okay to vent your emotions and thoughts to the outside world once in a while.

Light-colored leather shoes stepped on the steps, revealing white socks. Lorraine jumped up lightly, and then lightly landed on the roof of the carport, which surprised the poetess who was originally on the roof of the carport. The girl with the ponytail stretched out her fair wrist.

"Can you lend me the piano?" The girl's voice was clear and ethereal.

"Okay...Okay." The bard handed over the situr in his arms in a little surprise, and then jumped off the roof, leaving the girl alone.The people below were watching this elf-like girl, their eyes widened expectantly, and they were ready to listen.

Lorraine Hill plucked the strings, and there were a few pleasant echoes from the wooden box with the body of the piano.

What should I sing, Lorraine Hill thought, it stands to reason that she should go to the country and sing some songs praising battle, heroism, and passion.But he hesitated for a while, and he didn't want to. If he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it.

She doesn't like fighting and killing things very much. It's what she wants to see when everyone can sit down and live happily together.She didn't know if she could do it, but she still wanted to convey the kind of beauty that she expected in her heart.

As the thoughts change, the notes in the hand also slowly change, and finally, the soft and light music sounds around the campfire.

At first, there was a nimble plucking sound of the strings, and then a singing sounded like a clear spring.

It's about to start

The world moves at night

little dot is twinkling

Turn, turn, that gorgeous dance step

welcome to the forest

The clear singing voice gradually leads everyone into an ethereal and mysterious world. It is a secluded forest where fireflies are flying. There are flowers blooming under the moonlight, and a few small figures dance among the flowers. They have butterfly wings and hands Waving a fairy wand scattered with stars.

sometimes slightly disturbing

play pranks sometimes

Anyway, it's magic.

is on our side

to multiply the three rhythms

Drive away troubles lu la la welcome to the forest

The girl's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her voice was ethereal and pure, and everyone's hearts were like orchids under the moonlight, swaying slightly in the night wind.

The night world is ringing

This heart is freer than anyone else's

Gently swaying this fluttering dance

welcome to the forest

With the plucking of the strings, dots of fluorescent light dance slowly in the air, adding a kind of tranquil beauty to this noisy world, and then these dots of fluorescent light chase each other, surround each other, and slowly turn into emerald green butterflies.

look over there look over there

looking for something to relieve boredom

What to do next?

let me think

so incredible these days

not bad

Well, come to the depths of the forest

The emerald green butterflies are flying all over the sky, landing on the girl's shoulders, on the fields covered with grass, on the burning flames, and on people's hearts.

Small seeds start to germinate, and branches and green branches spread on the ground. They grow wantonly and unrestrainedly. The small branches continue to climb, and the small tree slowly becomes a big tree with dense shade.

The fire was covered and extinguished by the growing green branches and leaves, the surroundings were dark, and the whole venue was plunged into the forest. The vines were set up and connected among the branches, and the blooming blue orchids on the vines emitted a little bit of fluorescence. Decorate and dress up the whole venue.

The cold moonlight shines from the sky, swaying among the shade of the trees, and the girl's long blue hair is also plated with a touch of silver, forming a stage like a fairyland.

The fragrance of this flower wraps the body

Walk where we've been waiting

Let's dance like a dream

little moon star little dot

Here we are face to face

Let's dance gorgeously and fiercely

On this stage where time disappears

...

The originally noisy venue was quiet, only the girl's light singing voice was surrounded by the forest and the moonlight, washing away the accumulated hostility, the fanatic gaze gradually softened, and the restless heart gradually calmed down.

It turns out that there is more beauty in this world besides fighting and killing.

How long has it been since you have calmed down like this?The old big shaman looked at the girl who was singing with a piano, and his thoughts seemed to drift to the extremely distant past.

Beastmen with various characteristics, they also lived in the world a long time ago, where there are snow-capped mountains, forests with piled leaves, quiet lakes, flowing rivers and sunsets, and endless and distant lands. Sky.

Since when did everyone become so narrow-minded?

As if fighting has become the whole of life, is it really a kind of happiness to die in the process of killing?

Is this really the only choice in life?

King Darren of the Tusks only taught the orcs how to fight, but did not tell how to live after the battle.Because he spent his whole life in battle, must future generations also spend in battle like him?

Questions that had never been thought of before began to emerge in the great shaman's mind, and a new perspective and world began to spread in his heart.

Perhaps over the years, their thoughts have been drilled in a narrow spiral, ignoring and forgetting many things.

The world on the grassland is monotonous and boring, and the lack of diversity leads to the same in daily life. If you live in such a closed and monotonous world for a long time, your thoughts will be unknowingly alienated by its influence and become extreme and narrow.

Just as the old shaman was immersed in reflecting on the past, the singing in the venue finally came to an end and slowly called off.

Let's dance gorgeously and fiercely

On this stage where time disappears

The clear and beautiful singing gradually stopped, and the many audiences in the arena still did not move, still immersed in that beautiful world and dreams.

Until a heavy fruit fell from the branch and hit the shoulder of a wolf-eared spectator. He picked up the green and plump fruit in the grass, and after breaking it, the light red flesh gave off an attractive fragrance.

One bite, the overflowing and sweet juice fills the mouth, refreshing and shocking.

Looking up, the emerald green branches are covered with red, green and yellow colorful fruits. These exquisite fruits are crystal and full, which are lovely.

The atmosphere of a good harvest permeated the exclamation and joy of the crowd, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale.

thoughts and thank you

The last ten or so chapters have been written very badly. I feel uncomfortable when I type, but I don’t know how to solve this discomfort.

It wasn't until I got up early this morning, sat on the balcony, and was in a daze for a long time, that I slowly woke up.

I have deviated from my original intention

It's been a long time since I entered into the protagonist's heart to write and let her do what she likes.

That's why the story in the text is so awkward

Maybe I just don't know how to write the kind of cool routines and face-slapping plots, such plots are ugly once written T_T

I always remind myself that I am an author of online articles, not an author of prose. I should write more straightforward plots and not be too selfish. But I have read a lot, but I still can’t write cool plots. Routine.

Why is it so easy for people to pretend to be B and slap faces, but when I come here, I feel shy and embarrassed and want to run away. I also want to be an old driver and take everyone on a roller coaster, with passion and lightning all the way. Unfortunately, I just can’t let go of my character and can’t eat this. meal. ~~_~~

If you have any suggestions and expectations for the future plot, you can leave a message, I will watch it in the near future.

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Thanks to all the book friends for the rewards in the past three days

Bayunzi,

devouring eclipse